A funny story

I think I have a swollen ankle from all that walking I did while job hunting.
>:C
Anyways...


I was walking home tonight...
And I was on a dark suburban street.
The kind where even though there are houses everywhere, you feel alone.
And I saw
Between me and my home
On the side walk
Three gangsta kids with their hoods up.
Moment of panic.
My swollen ankle hurt,
And I can't run anyways
Without making myself a target of derision.
So I said to myself
Whatever
Just walk.
The three hooded figures passed a street light
And it turned out they were elderly Chinese ladies with head scarves on.
Needless to say
I was both relieved and amused.

Oh yeah...

I sortof forgot this thing existed.
OH WELL
I'M HERE NOW ANYWAYS
I'm hanging on the eastside right now.
It's funny how quickly you become aqcuainted with things that seemed so strange...
But I mean I was born and raised here, so It's not as strange as we seem to think.

I been looking looking looking for a job. So much looking! Yes. And it's been fun. I just walk up and down the street dropping off resumes. I am somewhat anxious though... you know how it is, some places can be great or terrible and it all depends on the people you work with. I found some places that gave me good feelings though...

Because of all this stuff I been doing I am thinking about things like urban planning. Why do cities arrange themselves the way they do? How can people find happy lives there?
What is happiness?
It is altogether a very big thing.

Anyways, I'll leave on a funny note -

Q: What's the difference between a duck?
A: The left leg is always in trouble.

So anyways, fall...

The fall air is so crisp, is how people often describe it. Can it be true? Can the people of this world collectively come up with something resembling fact?
I guess so.
But I love fall air. It makes me feel so alive, compared to the hazy lazy summer air. And it makes me want to go places, do things... like watching leaves change colour.
Yesterday I went to a farmer's market, the ultimate fall activity. The apples, so fresh! The smiles, so true!
Then I went to the library. I didn't realize how much I missed reading books until I looked at them all. Who can put the joy of reading behind them, truly? Who can ever forsake the word? Only those who have chosen a path of rain and snow can blind themselves to the power of rock and roll.

I went to see John Ralston Saul at UBC. He is a very smart philosopher. He was giving a speech about how canada is in fact an aboriginal nation. Ideas like multiculturalism, pluralism, single-tier health care, and stuff like that can't be traced back to europe or the US, but can be traced to the first nations. I like this Idea and find it very true. I can't wait to see how people react and grow because of this book.
And so I wandered around Vancouver with my friend. It's beautiful there at night, if a little more dangerous. We should go to the library sometime...